Though a host should encamp against me, My heart shall not fear: Though war should rise against me, Even then will I be confident.
All the day long they wrest my words: All their thoughts are against me for evil.
Yea, they do no unrighteousness; They walk in his ways.
There is a generation whose teeth are (as) swords, and their jaw teeth (as) knives, To devour the poor from off the earth, and the needy from among men.
For among my people are found wicked men: they watch, as fowlers lie in wait; they set a trap, they catch men.
For they have made ready their heart like an oven, while they lie in wait: their baker sleepeth all the night; in the morning it burneth as a flaming fire.